David and Vello are enjoying their early morning ride.
They stop for a coffee at Cibo's.
Poor mother, says David. We shouldn't have joked about dog heaven.
Why not? says Vello. It will cheer her to have something pleasant to think about.
That's just it, says David, sipping his Skinny Chai Latte. Mother is no fool. She'll be imagining it at this very moment. And it won't be in any way cheering.
Vello thinks for a moment.
You're right David, says Vello. No dog lover should try to imagine dog heaven. Well, I suppose we ought to get going. We have an early appointment.
Oh yes, our German philosopher, says David. I'm looking forward to meeting Herr Schopenhauer.
So am I, says Vello. I wonder if he is a dog lover?
No, no, says David. I read somewhere he only likes cats.
...........
David is right. Katherine is imagining dog heaven, although purely as an intellectual exercise.
First requirement, thinks Katherine, Dead birds. Second: Dead fish. Third: Meaty bones. Fourth: Other dogs' anuses. Fifth: Piles of excrement. Sixth: Shoes. And of course: Endless tickles administered by ....who? not humans.......dog angels with feathers ....?
What a construct, thinks Katherine. Porky would like it up there.
However, back to reality.......Her phone rings. It's Gaius
Katherine, says Gaius. We're allowed home today. Would you mind bringing Ray's Ute round?
Certainly, says Katherine. What time?
ASAP, says Gaius. The doctor just has to see us.
Katherine has a quick breakfast, and goes out to the Ute.
What's this? A parking ticket? Oh! How fortunate. It's from yesterday. Therefore it's Ray's.
..........
Belle and Sweezus are standing outside Jetty Surf, waiting for Arthur.
Arthur has gone round the back to look in the bin.
Hadn't you better get off to the office, says Belle et Bonne.
Shit ! What's the time? yelps Sweezus. I've got a meeting with Schopenhauer!
You can make it, says Belle et Bonne. You go now. I'll wait for Arthur.
Sweezus hares off to the office.
Arthur appears, looking pleased with himself.
Did you find them? asks Belle et Bonne.
No, says Arthur, but look what I did find.
He holds up a miniature sewing kit, with coloured cottons, tiny scissors and needles.
Oh Arthur! says Belle et Bonne. What a wonderful treasure.
Arthur thrusts his wonderful treasure into the pocket of his Paisley Skull shorts
For now, all is well with the world.
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